Prologue
The average speed a child can run is not even five miles an hour. This one can go nearly fifteen when he feels tired; however like everyone else he was beginning to get tired. His torn jeans and thick brown shoes felt like they were weighing him down. His life was in danger and he was ten years old. His hair flapped with every run-step he took and now his thighs and belly hurt; his lungs were sore too. He let out a cry for help for the first time in almost two minutes but of course no one came to his rescue and he feared that his guardian was dead. They had been jumped from behind and they took his guardian down because she'd been afraid for him.
Lukas feared that he'd gotten her killed and now he was crying. "Help me! Please," he cried out as he tripped over something and fell and stubbed his knee. It stung but only for a moment as he jumped.
He heard howling and he went into fetal position but he felt someone coming near him and began crying. A feral growl sounded above him and yet he didn't feel himself being killed, instead someone was picking him up and carrying him far away. He heard someone with a rough voice tell him that he's alright and will be taken care off; he cringed and felt cold. He shivered.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Luke and Kresley Lowell and the enemy lycans.
The idea for this story came while I read the first in the
Immortals After Dark Series and that credit actually goes to Kresley Cole- the author.
Thanks for reading.
PS, this story will be very short. five chapters, give or take a couple